It’s an accident I’m sure that’s what I said And you’re believing it Can’t you see the lines across my face? Arrogance, necessity both have their place I’m a self-styled expert in these things

I might wander the streets but I’m not going anywhere

I can abide The terror of the fire If it keeps me dry There’s movement.

It’s a consequence Of falling at velocity I hope you land in it Braced for inevitability Marred by bruises Formed by natural conclusions They’re not natural to me And I’m an expert in these things

I may fall out of favor But I won’t fall through the floor

I can abide The terror of the fire If it keeps me dry There’s movement.

The path is unchanging I Stand in the wake of it I cast with my burning hands An ember into the wind